Page 62 of Vipers & Roses

“I’m getting a rubber,” he tells me, quickly disappearing down the hallway.

“Should I do this?” I whisper to myself as my nerves continue to pelt me repeatedly. I cannot let fear win.

Yes. You need to do this.

He returns with an analytical look, expecting me to change my mind, and holds the packaged rubber between two fingers. “You’re still keen?”

“Yes,” I sigh.

He takes my hand, leads me to the couch, and sits down, urging me to ride him. Ripping the condom from the packet, he slides it over his organ as my impending orgasm plays havoc in my body. With his help and an overwhelming amorousness flooding through me, we peel my shorts and panties off, and he places his warm hands on my hips to guide me over his erect penis.

Letting out a soulful moan, I kneel astride, and while he holds his penis, I tense up as I slowly go down over him. I cry out in relief as his length moves inside of me, deeper and deeper. It’s not pain I feel but fullness and stimulation of something dormant for some time.

“You feel so good, Rae,” he grunts, pulling my bra straps down to expose my breasts, then claims my left breast with his mouth. His tongue licks my nipple for a few seconds before he sucks hard, and I tip my head back as my orgasm thunders up and down my thighs and start rolling my hips over his erect sex.

I place my hands on his shoulders as he leans back a little and pushes himself inside me, hitting the spot, and I cry out again. I can tell he’s holding back his urge to take control and throw me on the couch to rail me hard, but he made a promise to go at my pace.

Using my knees and his hands as guides, I move my body in small circles over his penis, eager to find the G-spot once again. His eyes run all over my body, watching my breast jiggle while catching my nibble in his mouth.

“When was the last time you came, Rae?” he rumbles, pushing himself inside of me again, and I gasp because I’m brimming so close.

“Too long,” I wail as we fall into a rhythm, and his fingers brush over my clit. In response, I dig my fingers into his shoulders as the orgasm claims me, rippling through my thighs and peeking at my core. My mouth drops open, eyes close, and as I continue to ride the thief until I’m done, he holds me tight, burying his face into my shoulder, gently biting my skin.

He groans as he releases into the condom, and every ounce of orgasm is gone, and we're left holding each other in the dim morning light.

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I can still feel Blake inside me as I snip off a yellow dandelion flower and two toothy leaves to add to my herbarium collection under the Asteraceae Family or daisy family. I have a dahlia sample taken from the gardens in my bag, but I had to hunt around for something wild. I know Cormac calls them weeds, but I think there is something special and resilient in the plants that rise again after being knocked back so many times.

With every step I take, a soft pinching sensation inside me and a lower back ache remind me that the spell has been broken, and it didn’t hurt.

“Next time I’m in control,” Blake hit in a steely tone as I climbed off his lap, and his half-limp condom-covered penis glistened wet from my juice, dribbling down my leg.

“Is that another promise?” I asked as I scrambled to search for my clothes.

“Yes,” he answered assuredly. “There’s so much I want to do with your body.”

I smile as I spot a purple chicory herb flower and mouth Blake’s words, “There’s so much that I want to do with your body.”

It’s been four hours since I rode Blake in his garage-top apartment, and I’m horny again. Honestly, I haven’t stopped being a little horny since I left his apartment. I’ve suppressed my natural desires for so long and became cautious and frigid due to fear, but now I’m relieved that I’m not completely broken and that everything downstairs works as it should.

Now, who will be my next conquest? Cormac. I owe Cormac for shirking him away last night. I hope he hasn’t given up on me.

My smile fades away when I spot Lyons walking across the baseball diamond, talking to another swim coach while munching on an apple. Reality hits hard, and my elation with Blake turns into rage. That fuckwit paid off a couple of pea-brain thugs to threaten me into silence. I’ll be silent, alright, when I pull the fucking trigger, I won’t say a word.

I watch his mannerisms like a lioness eyeing her prey as disgust colonizes my soul with every bite of that apple, spraying juice all over the field and his shirt. As he talks to the guy next to him, his eyes latch on to someone out of my viewing range who seems to be walking along the path that weaves through the University Gardens. Right now, they’re behind macrocarpa bushes, but when they emerge into the clearing, I should see who captivates him. Approaching friendly chatter indicates it’s more than one person, and as they come closer, I step back further into the surrounding plant life to spy while undercover.

The first face I see is Cormac, looking directly at me with that classic low brow I’ve come to like. Realizing that he’s just found me out, I step back into the vines of a thorny climbing rose, and soft pink petals fall onto my shoulders.

“You know you could use the path like a normal person,” Cormac states brusquely as he approaches, and I take a glance at the people he’s with to find that it’s Lucy holding hands with Josh and another girl with shoulder-length hair that I’ve seen in the Olympic Pool locker room talking about Lyons the Octopus.

“Hey,” I say in a happy tone to Cormac because he’s warmed on me. “I’m undercover.”

He follows my stare as I watch Lucy, the dark-haired girl, and Josh walk closer to the baseball diamond where Lyons is in full view of them. My guess is that his interest lies with Lucy since they were fucking the other day, and I wonder how he feels about her holding hands with her boyfriend.

“Undercover as a…” he plucks a pink rose petal from my hair, “pixie.”

“No, I’m curious to see how Lyons reacts to seeing Lucy holdings hands-”

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